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By eldoncole •

As the darkness covers us all with it blanket of despairare our only desperation in life is to find the light. The light we are seeking does not come from within us. The lights to which we are seeking is in the far shaded distancees. We are a wet wick on the candlestick and unburning on either end.

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January 14, 2014 16:54stsorrowscribe

great imagery

January 14, 2014 21:41eldoncole

thank you very much